I like her poetry because it is often based in the spirituality found in nature. She has allowed me here to post one of the last poems in the book which will be titled "Sanctuary" from Irish publisher Salmon.
EARTHMAKER JUDGES THE WORLD
By Patricia Monaghan
Copyright © 2012, Patricia Monaghan
Near the top of a Wisconsin hill, a spring erupts
from the point where an underground lake
rests beneath a shale cap and a lower strata
of bedrock dolomite, dense with useful flint.
There sat Earthmaker, Wajaguzera, looking out
over his creation. He could see miles to the north,
to the braided river carved from glacial water,
and south to the region of lead and buffalo; east
to the sacred Four Lakes, which his people marked
with sculptures of migrating bear and deer and birds,
and west, to the great river that drains the continent.
He sat, he saw, he was pleased. At one hand sat
Hinųgaja, his first-born daughter, and on the other,
Wihągaja, the second-born, and among them they judged
that all was good. So they misted the hills with blue smoke,
from which their old name, Xešojera, “smokey mountains.”
We call them Blue Mounds now, and few who see their dark
heights know these stories. And without such knowledge,
heights know these stories. And without such knowledge,
how do we honor earth, its specific endless beauty? Today,
Blue Mounds means a swimming pool, picnic tables, ski trails.
But Earthmaker’s blue tobacco smoke still wreathes the hills,
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